Every morning I wake up and I write “light bearer” across the base of my thumb, and every morning I wonder if I should just go ahead and get it tattooed to save pen ink. Then I think of my mom, who would bellow something about needles and hepatitis C, and I decide to postpone the decision for one more day.
And yet, this morning I discovered a better reason to forgo the tattoo. As the ink washes off each night, every morning I have to consciously choose whether or not to rewrite “light bearer” on my thumb. And to choose this, I must daily decide that I will represent and pursue Christ in my thoughts and deeds and words. After all, I cannot write “light bearer” on my thumb without being fully alive as a bearer of Light. The brokenness of the world is too desperate for even one “Christian” to misrepresent Christ.
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